Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Latvia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Monolake to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
Bobby Byrd,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.